Every now and then you receive truly sage advice, and even better, actually make use of it. My Pumpjack has always been my go to rock when I need an ear, a shoulder and a clear head. He once told me, when you get angry or panicky, something that rilesRead More →
A drizzly day and a dog walk are perfect conditions for worm hunting. The sodden paths and wet tarmac bring the worms to the surface so they don’t drown. We just had to walk along and collect them up. I can’t say I was ever very squeamish about touching worms,Read More →
The wee hours of this morning were spent trawling fruit tree sites, when I meant to be writing. But such is the way sometimes that distraction comes along turning us from our intended plans. And yet, in being distracted, future plans have been made. As first time owners of ourRead More →
This morning I was musing about a good cup of tea, over a cup of coffee. Having lived in Britain, I can truly appreciate a good ‘cuppa’. But, why does living there equate to a good cup of tea, I hear you ask? Well, besides the synonymous links between teaRead More →
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